(Yes, yes, I am a bit behind. Without further ado--my Sunday post--on Wednesday.:)
We've had this loose tooth business going on for seemingly months now. Wait, I guess it has been months. Anyway, that little bottom tooth was finally ready for it's grand exit on Sunday.
But it was holding on for it's dear, dear life. M and I had a lovely 30-minute tooth counseling session that involved a lot of paper towels, grimacing and screaming (those last two were all me. ;). She tried pulling it. I very reluctantly tried pulling it. And then T happed along.
T hates blood. It's a given that at the first sight of it anywhere on himself, he's out of the game for at least two hours. It's really quite remarkable.
Anyway, so T goes trotting by and I say, "Hey, check out that tooth! Someday that will be you! Wouldn't that make quite a story if you could get that out?" In all seriousness, yes, I was trying to gross him out--bring him over to the dark side with me.
Dude shrugs his shoulders, says sure he'll give it a try (of course), and out comes the tooth. For real.
Do you see what I see? A whole mouthful of those pearly whites waiting their turn. And not just one mouthful--two. And for that matter a third not even pictured! Oh, boy... :)
Nothing quite like a good tooth story to give you the warm fuzzies. You are very welcome! ;)